Chapter 11

He ignored my comment and pointed to the literature books in my right arm and hand, which were cupped against my chest. “You a student?”

“Point Park College. Just finished a class. Going home.”

The light changed but we didn’t move. Key gave me another once-over, studying me from head to toe. “You eat dinner yet?”

I shook my head.

“You want to get some Mexican? I know of this place around the corner.”